Black Thunder
Really Really Experienced
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- Nov 18, 2005
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Sammy "S-Dot" Rodgers
6'1
195
Black hair
Brown hair.
OOC:
Sammy was born in the Bronx. He got kicked out of high school for setting fire to the west wing of his high school. He always loved to work on cars, so after getting a G.E.D. , he opened a mechanic shop that doubled as HQ of his race crew,The Vandals. He drives a black Nissan Skyline with an white stripes. All the Vandals drove black cars. He is also a highly regarded and liked in the underground racing communtity. The only crews he had problems with were the 34th Street Flyers and the Dragons.
IC:
Sammy sat in the parking lot waiting for the clock to read 2:00am. He sat with rap pounding out of his speakers. The clock on his dashboard blinked 2:01 and he grinned to himself. He turned his ignition and peeled off. He raced through the streets of the city the needle on his speeddometer pushing dangerously close to 100. He heard the roar of an engine behind him. A quick look in the rearview mirror showed the rookie on the scene, Bones. That kid was so damn skinny, but he could drive his ass off. Bones reminded Sammy of himself when he was younger. He planned on initiating Bones into the Vandals as soon as this night was over. They pulled to a stop at the meeting place for tonight's race.
"Yo Bones!"
6'1
195
Black hair
Brown hair.
OOC:
Sammy was born in the Bronx. He got kicked out of high school for setting fire to the west wing of his high school. He always loved to work on cars, so after getting a G.E.D. , he opened a mechanic shop that doubled as HQ of his race crew,The Vandals. He drives a black Nissan Skyline with an white stripes. All the Vandals drove black cars. He is also a highly regarded and liked in the underground racing communtity. The only crews he had problems with were the 34th Street Flyers and the Dragons.
IC:
Sammy sat in the parking lot waiting for the clock to read 2:00am. He sat with rap pounding out of his speakers. The clock on his dashboard blinked 2:01 and he grinned to himself. He turned his ignition and peeled off. He raced through the streets of the city the needle on his speeddometer pushing dangerously close to 100. He heard the roar of an engine behind him. A quick look in the rearview mirror showed the rookie on the scene, Bones. That kid was so damn skinny, but he could drive his ass off. Bones reminded Sammy of himself when he was younger. He planned on initiating Bones into the Vandals as soon as this night was over. They pulled to a stop at the meeting place for tonight's race.
"Yo Bones!"
